A cultivator from Nether-Knocking City raised his tea in place of wine, toasted Mo Huang from afar, then stood and made a boastful declaration.
At his words, the other cultivators from Nether-Knocking City nodded in agreement, clearly sharing his opinion, and showered Mo Huang, seated at the head of the table, with flattery and fawning praise.
Hong Sha stood outside the Main Hall with several palace maids. Listening to the men holding forth inside, she could not help clenching her fists slightly, indignant on her mistress's behalf.
Nether-Knocking City was nothing more than a small city within the kingdom. If the Roselight Capital had not been in peril, they would not even have qualified to enter!
"Heh, you gentlemen are mistaken. As the saying goes, even a starving camel is bigger than a horse. There are still plenty of powerful cultivators in the Roselight Capital. Never mind that legendary Sword Saint-even those two Grand Libationers alone are no easy opponents. So refrain from saying such things in the royal palace. Walls have ears. I might be fine, but as for you... I can make no promises."
Mo Huang enjoyed his subordinates' words, but he had not lost his head and swallowed their flattery. Instead, he spoke quite rationally.
The two Grand Libationers, Qi Han and Ruan Jiang, were both in the seventh-turn nether annihilation realm, the same cultivation realm as the Grand Elder of Nether-Knocking City standing behind him. Against both of them, the Grand Elder clearly stood no chance, let alone against the Sword Saint who existed only in legend and whom Zhao Lian had now hired as a guard.
If the legends were true, this Sword Saint could probably kill the Grand Elder behind him with a single stroke. Even if his Master, the Nether-Knocking Lord, came, he